"What theater in New York?"
"I don't know." As she made this answer Miss Hawtry looked up and caught a snap in Weiner's small black eyes, perched on each side of the hump of his red nose.
"Has the show got goods?" he asked.
"I'm going to put some into it," answered Miss Hawtry calmly.
"Why?"
"I like Mr. Dennis Farraday, who's Vandeford's angel. I don't want to see Van take the money out of his pocket and get away with it." Miss Hawtry was dealing in half-truths to a lie expert.
"Hooked Farraday yet?"
"Not quite."
"No use bargaining with a woman when she's fishing for a man, but if he slips the hook come to me and I'll show you a new bait. When do you open?"
"Twenty-third of September, at Atlantic City."